There is a geography of the human spirit, common to all peoples.

tears have a purpose. they are what we carry of the ocean, and perhaps we must become the sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed.

We are full of bread and gas, getting fat on the outside while inside we grow thin

Telling about our lives is important for those who come after as, for those who will see our experience as part of their own historical struggle.

Let's kneel down through all the worlds of the body like lovers. I know I am a tree and full of life and I know you, you are the flying one and will leave. But can't we swallow the sweetness and can't you sing in my arms and sleep in the human light of the sun and moon I have been drinking alone.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything.